She
She was a girl full of insecurities,
yet gave the best advice.
She was full of self-doubt,
but trusted people easily.
She blamed herself for everything that happened,
yet never turned around to consider others’ mistakes.
She was made into a statue,
but never did she question the reason.
She was full of flaws,
yet loved—and saw perfection—in people.
The only problem was that she…
she never saw herself the way she saw others.
And never did she apologize to herself—
the one she ended up hurting the most.
Copyright © Ikshitaaaaa ghosh | Year Posted 2025
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